It takes 'the font' forty minutes to walk round the lake with Bob in the morning. Maybe forty five, tops, if he decides to talk to the fishermen. Sophie is a different matter. Angelic contemplation of the 'lets stop and look at the ducks' variety is interspersed with manic hyperactivity of the 'that jogger looks dangerous' type. Yesterdays promenade with Sophie took an hour and twenty minutes. The highlight being Sophie's forceful rejection of an overly friendly bulldog called Claude. This morning Sophie is left to accompany Angus for a walk through the village.
The post brings a blog e-book from the US. Volume one of 'Bob n'Sophie's French adventure ' . A rather ungraceful picture of a youthful Bob being held by the farmers wife adorns the front cover. This latest volume joins seven others on the bookshelf. Angus keeps a daily diary. Its contents tend towards war and rumours of war or rants about tuition fees. The big things in life. The blog books are different. A history of those little things too unimportant for the diary but too important to be forgotten. Who knows someone , somewhere, in the future might pull them down and ponder life with PON's.
